Page 11 of Brimstone and Broomsticks
“Cass, if this thing ends up going to court, it’s in his best interests to have been attending the meetings. He’s your client. Stop with the knee-jerk reaction and think about how it will benefit his case.”
She muttered something about stupid meetings, and why the werewolves weren’t made to attend them. “Fine. The meeting, but not the anklet. Since when does a newbie require one of Bronwyn’s ankle bracelets?”
“He wears one of Bronwyn’s monitors, or he stays in jail, or he posts bond. Pick one. I’m not taking a chance that he vanishes off to hell, and I end up with Marcus and the entire Dickskin pack trying to take my head off.”
Cassandra blew out a breath, balling up her fists. “Fine. Fit him up and let’s get out of here before everyone starts closing up early for the weekend.”
The bald man picked up the phone and barked out a few orders, then shot Cassandra a sheepish smile. “So pork chops on Sunday? And the boat…?”
“Not sure you want me making food for you right now, Aaron. Or loaning you the boat. Call me tomorrow when I’ve had time to settle down.”
He nodded. “That temper, Cassie…you need to mind that. It’s not appropriate for a defense attorney to have such a short fuse, especially someone with your…talents.”
I hid a grin, hoping that I got to see some of her talents before I left town.
“Witch. Bitch. There’s a reason those words rhyme, Aaron.” She winked at the man, clearly her volatile temper the type that burned hot and fast, just as quickly receding.
“Just stay away from Marcus, okay? Otherwise the son of Satan won’t be the only one in an ankle monitor.”
A slow grin curled her lips. “Now Aaron. You know it takes more than a piece of metal to restrain me, even metal crafted by my very skilled sister.”
The man flushed red, quickly looking down at the paperwork he was stacking with fumbling hands. “Oversharing, Cassie. I don’t want to hear about your kinky stuff. Just don’t kill Marcus. Perkins or not, we’ll have to haul you in if you do.”
That grin remained. “Yes, sir.”
And those two words were just as much of a turn-on as the magic still snaking around her arms and hands.
